Is this death, or a story that hasn't begun
Do I have anything to fear from the death of the sun
At the end of all things, when the world cracks beneath my feet
Am I still gonna worry how to make ends meet
I don't hate myself so much anymore
Though I'm becoming a few things I have hated
Am I finally finding peace with myself
Or just becoming assimilated
At the end of all things, when the world cracks beneath my feet
Am I still gonna worry how to make ends meet